On romanticism to prove that the vastness of barren hills is a kind of beauty.
The noise of the city is a kind of beauty.
The ripples on the lake are a kind of beauty.
The same is true of characters. A person should have his own thoughts, his own personality and his own pursuit, so that life is more valuable. In the history of China literature, Li Bai is a unique person, especially his romantic spirit, which has become a beautiful scenery in the history of China classical literature.
The tall buildings of the temple on the mountain are really high, like a hundred feet. People upstairs are like a hand that can pick off the stars in the sky. Standing here, I dare not speak loudly for fear of disturbing the gods in the sky. The buildings on the top of the mountain are as high as 100 feet. You can pick up the stars by standing upstairs. I dare not speak loudly upstairs for fear of disturbing the gods in the sky. Reading and reading, the silence of that night rippled in my heart, and the feeling of emptiness swirled in my mind, which I could not forget for a long time.
The purple mist is illuminated by sunlight, and the waterfall hangs in front of the mountain. On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth. What a spectacular moment! Clouds on Lushan Mountain seem to raise plumes of purple smoke under the sunlight. From a distance, a waterfall hangs in front of the mountain like a long river, falling from the sky, which makes people doubt that the Milky Way has fallen to the world. The spectacular scenery of Lushan Mountain suddenly came to life.
White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard. I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror. Song of Autumn Pu shows us the sadness that the author's ideal can't be realized. The man woke up in the morning and combed his hair in front of the mirror. At first glance, he added a lot of white hair, which was shocking. It turned out to be sorrow and hate! Over the years, the ups and downs and grief on the road of life have come to our hearts, and we have seen a trace of sadness in Li Bai, who is at leisure.
Li Bai was just about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore. Peach Blossom Pond is as deep as thousands of feet. The author was about to set out by boat when he suddenly found Wang Lun singing and saying goodbye to himself. Even if the water in Taohuatan is a few thousands of feet deep, it can't compare with Wang Lun's friendship with me! In a few simple sentences, the friendship between Li Bai and Wang Lun was vividly written, which moved Li Bai very much.
Li Bai's poems are unparalleled. His unique romantic spirit and rich thoughts and feelings are a magnificent scenery, which will always give us the enjoyment of beauty and the cultivation of spirit.
Romantic argumentative essays have such an era, which has nothing to do with love affairs and vows of eternal love. But its romance has spanned 500 years and caught my eye, rendering its resounding name-the era of great navigation.
Compasses, telescopes and rough maps point to unknown shores in the distance on wooden sailboats. Pack your simple bags, board the ship, anchor and sail to the embrace of the sea. /kloc-in the 6th century, there was no steam twilight in the clear sky and no oil stains in the blue sea water. It must be the beauty that I can't see today, accompanied by the clear sound of seagulls, showing the scenery that I could never see at that time. The sea breeze brings a little salty taste, and then the fragrance of the sea; The sound of the waves echoed in my ears. This is the song of the sea. The sea conditions ahead may not be clear, reefs and eddies lurk in the dark, and storms cannot be prevented. But nothing in this world can stop a navigator from never stopping. He was born for the sea and lived for it. Even if he dies for it, he will sail. The sea is a man's romance, but he will never forget that there are a pair of beautiful and sad eyes watching for him in his hometown. He hesitated for this, but finally chose the sea, just because he believed that maybe this time, his dream would not be far away.
There is a piece of land ahead that is not recorded on the chart. After a moment of silence, the cheers of the sailors surprised several albatrosses. Bottles of champagne were opened, and the fatigue of a long voyage was swept away, and a happy smile hung all over my eyes. In order to realize that dream and this new discovery, no one sleeps tonight. Landing exploration, how many people never came back and died under the poisonous arrows of the indigenous people? How many people successfully set up camp to pave the way for greedy colonists? The history of history is speechless. Too many people only leave footprints and have no time to leave their names. The sea is speechless, it only remembers the wind and rain all the way and the romance all the way. As for merits and demerits, let future generations comment.
Courage and the sea, glory and dreams built that romantic era-ancient, but still let me yearn for it. But it will always be a mirror image on the other side of time and space, and I can't wait.
However, dreaming is always allowed. My romantic dream lingers in the world 500 years ago, and my golden dream is on the shining sextant in the captain's hand. My white expectation is revealed in the wings of seagulls flying against the wind; The legendary female pirates have flame-like hair, which is my red desire; The melancholy sea contains my melancholy sadness; The old sailor's mottled hair was mixed with my silver pride-this was the colorful world at that time, my romantic homesickness.
Did you get a look at him? Romance reveals a charming smile at the seaside in16th century!